Трагедия Улиц (Душевный Хип-Хоп)

Let me tell you 'bout a kid named Marcus from the avenue Smartest in the class, always knew what he had to do Mother worked two jobs just to keep the lights on He studied every night from the dusk till the dawn But the neighborhood pressure was a heavy weight to bear The dealers on the corner with the money and the gear He tried to look away, but the temptation grew When you living in the trap, options are very few He started running packages to buy his mom a coat... The streets don't love you, but they call your name! It's a tragic little story in a dangerous game! We trying to find a way out of the dark But the city leaves a permanent mark. Marcus got caught up in a midnight raid All the promises of money and the glory quickly fade Now he sitting in a cell, staring at a concrete wall Thinking how a minor slip can cause a major fall His mother crying in the courtroom, tears on her face Another young brother lost inside of the system's maze I write this for the youth trying to find a better way Keep your head in the books, don't let your vision stray Cause the fast life leads to a very sudden end... The streets don't love you, but they call your name! It's a tragic little story in a dangerous game! We trying to find a way out of the dark But the city leaves a permanent mark.